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like last spring
There was a Charlie bird in my yard the other day right on top of the tree in it singing his alto sax. Music, sweet music …
I touched your arm when leaving the day we first met, remember? A flower, an exchange of totems when sitting down for a coffee before you left.
Thank you for all the inspiration, lilly muse. Have a good night.
Yours is the basic 2.4 °K fluorescence of the universe.
Slap my ass and call me flouy!
probably from Africa
It’s night time. My window is open. I hear geese screeching as they fly by in the darkness probably returning from Africa?
good night fairy flou
mass by speed of light or so
One of the nights in the pic clops. Half an hour before the American keeper yelled out Levez vous, mesdames-messieurs, levez vous! You should have been around back then. Time is relative.
disseminated all over
Don’t you think, please, I weren’t deep in love with you anymore. I am, less physically maybe, less measurable in my limbics probably (if someone then measured around in them). My deep love for you disseminated all over my brain. It’s around, sometimes looking at me for a glimpse from behind a tree when I pass by.
I should really court you, really. You deserve better than being sublimed into a piece of communication machinery. You should - most important - be written more love letters to. So I’ll try to do tit a little better than tat. Not promised.
G’night me lil
My dear flou,
Call it the forces of the moon, I feel like writing you. It’s like a big bed surrounded by a lemon scent you wake up in and there’s the morning light but you decide the day not to begin yet. You linger.
a happy 14
I wish you a happy 14.
According to me this magical world exists. When I tell мышка I whisper in your ear. According to me in the magical world time doesn’t apply. I do whisper in your ear in the magical world but I do it now, ages ago and in centuries, all at the same time. That’s how it goes in the magical world. Beautiful. The signal is fairly low, but when you keep away from busses and humming electric things you can hear it now and then between all the rl noise.
more about materia balls
I’m trying to keep them all together. This is no love letter, it’s just a way wishing you - lil - a good night and letting the world know about it.
about materia balls
The moon is far away. I mean not far away in an astronomical sense. In an astonomical sense she’s just a millimeter away from us compared to all the other materia balls flying around in the universe. But she’s far away compared to the subway station next to you or to New Zealand or to anything else global. You can ocasionally see her - the moon - at night times as a disk or as parts of a disk in the sky when there are no clouds preventing the direct view into infinity. She grows and deminishes, grows and deminishes. She does eversince there has been the first human, the first beast, the first plant, the first life on earth. She’s unstable and she’s reliable. She always has been and she always will be.
I have no idea why I tell you this. Maybe it’s to draw your attention for a second? Maybe it’s for the same reason that eating a piece of chocolate is even more delicious when you first have to unwrap it from its silverish aluminium foil cover? Probably that.
I did dream about you (amongst) last night, wildly mixing up everything. I woke up all happy like I didn’t for a long time, smiling and still shaking my head while preparing my first coffee.
I really do
A miserable day full of obligations, a lot of silly tech but no progress at all comes to an end. I wish I’d now deserve to dream about your tender, big and beautiful eyes, lil. I really do.
Have dreams full of pink and turquoise bubbles, lil. →·←
Let me wish you an evening full of attention. Attention to you like the white shawl of a 1930ies movie actor swung around his neck.
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